Blacktail Deer Plateau the sea my favored fortune

i don't know her as well. let me talk. kun offers ying a nod of his head, fighting back the urge to groan as she admits that this woman isn't as known to his cousin as the alpha; and as ying launches into explanation and the woman replies kun understands that this will present a problem. well practiced in the art of appearing slightly bewildered as if he were trying and failing to make sense of the common passing between the two women; kun's brow furrows softly, ears fluttering back to rest at half mast atop his skull as his gaze volleys between the two women.

tell her i can still be useful. a pause of breath is taken. tell her i can chart the stars for scouting and i can fight? careful to craft his tone so it sounds like he is asking ying for a translation instead of feeding her his skills — she might remember but a refresher never hurt. he looks from ying to rosalyn then, averting his gaze in a rare display of submission. he was on her borders, after all and this wasn't the time to play the glacial seadragon, especially when he and his cousin(s) have come under direct fire.